dead end
And there you sit -
contemplating a word,
the other one wrote
that you read,
that they -
had the courage
to throw
into the ring
the choice to take
one’s own;
many times
that thought
arrived
in your own time,
it came and went
turned around
it came and went
lingering
cajoling
ever present
what then?
the world abruptly left,
those behind falling
into ruins
never to be peaced back
together again.
fullstop.
all for a dead end.
what a waste
those full stops are,
when saved to
crown an eye;
freedom;
the choice always given,
is always yours to take,
never theirs -
but what a waste
those full stops are,
when saved to
crown an eye
Candide Diderot. ‘24
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